The Diamond Necklace Script
SCENE 1: House
Narrator: A women named Mathilde Loisel suffered eternally, feeling her born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry and made her married a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction Monsieur Loisel.
Mathilde: (while the narrator narrates: walking inside the house, suddenly drops into the dining area, sits on the chair)
Monsieur: Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than this.
Closed Curtain
Narrator: One evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.
Open Curtain
Monsieur: (walks toward) There (gives the letter) There is something for you
Mathilde: “The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.”
Mathilde: (angrily, throws the letter on the table) What do you wish me to do with that?
Monsieur: (concerned) Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. Everyone wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there.
Mathilde: (she looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently) And what do you wish me to do?
Monsiuer: (distracted, looking at his wife) why! What’s the matter?
Mathilde: (replied in a calm voice) Matter? I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some coworker whose wife is better equipped than I am.
Monsiuer: (he was in despair. he resumed) Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown,
Narrator: A women named Mathilde Loisel suffered eternally, feeling her born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry and made her married a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction Monsieur Loisel.
Mathilde: (while the narrator narrates: walking inside the house, suddenly drops into the dining area, sits on the chair)
Monsieur: Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than this.
Closed Curtain
Narrator: One evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.
Open Curtain
Monsieur: (walks toward) There (gives the letter) There is something for you
Mathilde: “The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.”
Mathilde: (angrily, throws the letter on the table) What do you wish me to do with that?
Monsieur: (concerned) Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. Everyone wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there.
Mathilde: (she looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently) And what do you wish me to do?
Monsiuer: (distracted, looking at his wife) why! What’s the matter?
Mathilde: (replied in a calm voice) Matter? I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some coworker whose wife is better equipped than I am.
Monsiuer: (he was in despair. he resumed) Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown,